Remorse!AU [read desc.]

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now, now. let's not get depressing today- brain: hahA, no. anyway, listening to this song just made me think of the wonderous trio: john, jerry, and marie. and an au idea came into mind. a depressing one with many trigger warnings: death, blood, self-oof, [something else censored, but refers to when one injures themseIves], and language [still censored, but in case]. having said, let's get this train on track: John had roamed the halls of the castle, impatient. He glanced down at his charm; one he's worn for as long as he could remember. The skull's eyes seemed hungry, glowing red with greed and anger. He looked back up, searching frantically for a certain room; he's passed by it for god-knows-how-many times now. Soon enough, he'd reached it. "Gaster? A word with you?" John said in a hiss. There had been a moment of silence; a moment too long. John knocked on his door violently, now growling. "*GASTER!* Open the [frick] UP!! I'D LIKE A *WORD* WITH YOU!!" There still wasn't a response, although John swore he had heard something from inside: a shuffle, or perhaps a mutter of some sort. He hissed loudly before pounding on the door. "...I'm going to do it, sir. I could care less about how important that sad excuse of a lizard may be to you. I'm doing it." With that, he ran off, in search of another room: Jerry's. By the time he had reached it, there had been another glow from his charm, almost pleading him to hurry. He nodded. The dagger in his hand had felt almost foreign as he came closer to the door. How long had it been since he used it? 100 years? 200 years? It didn't matter anymore. As he knocked, he seemed almost regretful. Did he have to do this? Did he have a choice? "Jerry? Are you in there?" John called, almost in a wince as he knocked again. He looked down at his claws; they were sore, bleeding a gruesome ruby-red compared to his charcoal scales. There was a noise from the other side; a happy squeak, it sounded like. It was Jerry. "Coming, coming! Wait just a sec..!" John smiled weakly as he did this. Jerry swiftly opened the door, happily waving at John with a smile. He waved back as well, watching Jerry's eyes slowly wander to John's dagger, then back to John, who was smiling. Jerry had taken a step back, going pale. John had begun laughing wildly now, shoving Jerry back in his room and slamming the door shut. Upon this, he had locked it, hearing the sound of another door opening; perhaps it was Gaster? He smiled wider upon thinking this, grabbing Jerry by the neck and shoving him against the wall. Jerry had begun pleading for help now, trying to scramble away, John snarled as he did this, squeezing his neck with more force until he stopped, But, he never did, and the rage inside of John had grown, the eyes of his charm growing impatient, a cloud of thick, blood-red smoke billowing from it. He nodded, taking his dagger and thrusting it into Jerry, laughing once more as he did so, and hearing the pounding of his heart [or perhaps it was the door?] as he continued. The voices of Marie and Gaster were heard: "JOHN!! OPEN UP!! *NOW!!*" John had dropped Jerry's body, now limp and light as it fell to the ground. and opened the door, staring blankly at Gaster. He went up to him, whispering a mere six words to him before slipping past triumphantly, watching Marie look at her son's body in horror: "I told you I´d do it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A few days had passed now. Sure, he'd been kicked out, forced to take shelter in a nearby town, but it had been worth it. He sighed, looking up at the midnight sky, smiling as he dozed off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- He woke up several hours later, upon hearing something. "...Marie?" he whispered, sitting up. Alas, she had been nearby, with something in her hand. His eyes widened in both fear and surprise as he saw what it was: a rope. What was she doing here, deep within the woods with a rope? He watched as she slowly tied it to one of the trees; a taller one that looked familiar. It was dark oak, its branches going this way and that, He smiled as he watched her do her work. He knew what was to happen next, once again drifting off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- He woke up again, the sky a wonderous blue as he looked around. He was searching for Marie, and it didn't take long to find her. He smiled upon seeing her; her body was limp, as it dangIed nearby from a branch. The smoke from his collar came once again, his eyes glowing a greedy blood-red as he began laughing madly. They were both gone now; no more Jerry, no more Marie. But, if he were to eventually come back, who would be next? His mind began racing as he thought of the possibilities, his laughter becoming more sadistic, more chaotic.